Crimson Federation, Razor City.

Once the pearl of the federal passes at the north and south, the endless convoys and pedestrians have disappeared. Looking from afar, the city under the setting sun makes people feel a suffocating coldness, as if something is slowly awakening with the sunlight.

When the remaining light disappeared, the city residents floated out of their tombs like ghosts. A man carefully opened the door as if he opened the tomb door, poked his head out, and shrank his neck in fear of the deep darkness outside the door. He muttered something, took out a white ceramic mask, placed it on his face, and then put it on his head to toe.

As if he was recognized by the darkness, he no longer feared and held a bull's eye and took out the door.

One, two, hundreds, and countless residents converged on the streets in the same deadly dress. The black veil and shadow merged into one, leaving only a pale and cold mask, which was like the face of the dead in the Styx, moving slowly.

The largest rock column in Razor City, the original town hall has been transformed into a temple. The deep hall depicts strange patterns that appear and disappear from time to time, ethereal and distorted. At first glance, you would think that this is a religious gathering that worships darkness and night, but there is a giant flame in the center of the hall, burning silently. The bleak light hits the pillars and screens, casting countless darkness. Yes, the shadows of worship here, not darkness.

The citizen wearing a white mask entered the shadows and knelt down to pray. On the altar in the center, a tall man walked slowly up. He was once the consul of Razor City, but now he has a different way to rule his city.

The man under the mask let out a hoarse chant: "You respect the shadow!"

"Only respect the shadow!" The believers who were invisible responded from the shadow.

A white porcelain mask appeared out of thin air, and the hollow eyes made people shudder. The consul said with a bit of fanaticism: "The Lord of Shadow, the enemy of light. All things will eventually wither, and only the shadow will rule the earth. Believers. What should we do to fools who refuse to convert to the way of shadows!"

"Present and shadow!" The fanatical shouts made the torch tremble, and the light and shadow danced in the room.

“Bring it up.”

A man was tied up and pressed up, cursing angrily: "Crazy! Madman! I am the envoy of the Crimson Council. Will Razor City break with the entire Crimson Federation?" He saw the man on the altar and recognized him from his figure. "Consul Cott, is it you? I came on behalf of Xingjian Tower and Black Gold Bay. You can't treat me like this!"

The man laughed a few times, "Those dwarves who regard wealth as life will soon be drowned in the darkness, and the fools who star-sighted tower think they can peek into the future. All they can see is shadow...hehehe..."

One wall in the hall was opened, and there was bottomless darkness outside, and a cableway connected the distance. The slide car originally used for traffic became a ritual instrument for sacrifice. The envoy was untied and threw it into the car. The consul gave him a piece of short candles and scythes, "Take your remaining life."

The envoy slapped the glass door of the carriage in vain, pulled the cableway, and the carriage was swaying towards the darkness.

It seemed as if it flew to the endless void or the deep seabed. Except for the little fire from where it came from, the surroundings were dark as dark as ink. The bone-chilling coldness climbed along the spine, like a wet snake crawling on the skin.

Bang!

The carriage was hit by something, and the messenger suddenly collapsed. You must know that he was hanging at the sky of thousands of Sammi! He trembled and took out a scythe and lit a candle. The dim candlelight swayed and lit it. He looked up. A dead face outside the glass window was looking at him, with a long and pointed face, and his eyes were empty.

"ah!"

In panic, the candle took off his hands and extinguished it, and his eyes returned to darkness. The envoy felt even more terrifying. The face was only an arm away from him.

The soft slap made the envoy's hair stand upside down and his teeth tremble. He could feel the thing lying on the carriage and moving slowly, one step, one step. The envoy shrank in a corner of the carriage, and suddenly, the slap! The slap and vibrating the carriage behind him.

He jumped up, flirted with the candles, trembling violently, and lit them several times. The light shot out, and a huge claw on the glass retracted back to the darkness. There was only breathing, heartbeat, and the burning sound of the candles beeping.

The candle burned shorter and shorter, and he suddenly understood the consul's words: Take your remaining life.

The envoy stared at the flames with extreme tension, and soon the flames jumped and completely extinguished. The darkness came, making the envoy feel "it" looking at him, and the sound of stomping crawling approached, from one side to the other, and then the sound of galala.

"It" opened the door...it was his last thought before fear defeated.

...

The consul pulled back to the empty carriage and showed it to the believers, shouting loudly: "This is a sign of shadow!"

The believers shouted back and turned fear into fanaticism. They kept bowing to the white porcelain mask that symbolized the will of shadows in the air. When the mask showed black cracks, they thought it was the shadows responding to the call.

Then the mask was destroyed, some kind of power to protect the sacrificial hall was disintegrated, the ceiling was eroded by black flames, and something came.

A drastic change occurred, but no one escaped. A will far exceeding the mortals shocked the stimulus, unable to move, unable to say, unable to think. A figure descended from the black fire, looking down at the suspended, looking down at all. The consul shouted in his heart, and raised his greatest will to look up. He saw the existence in the black fire, a heroic and evil face, two pairs of bent corners stretched out from his forehead, and a circle of burning short beards. The moment he saw his eyes, his soul collapsed, leaving a body.

Not coming out yet...

The existence in the black flames disdained to speak, his will emanated outward, but he stared at the lost consul.

Suddenly, a silver light appeared on a ring on the consul's hand, and a sickly laughter came out: "Hehehehe... I still can't escape it."

Super state transformation, a heart-fighting demon with poor skills, do you think that if you turn into an object, you can avoid my pursuit?

"Don't dare, your majesty."

Tell me, tell me what the key to the Lord of Nine Prisons seeking in this plane.

"As you wish, His Majesty Mephisto, my Lord wants to get the magic net..."

lie!

The black flames stirred up the whole hall turned into flying ashes, and the darkness also scattered under the power of the magic.

No one in the universe knows him better than me. The Lord of the Nine Prisons must be a scam on the surface. The golden dragon is just one of His many victims of evolution! Do you think I would be so stupid to touch this bait?

"Since that's the case, I have nothing to say. No matter how many clones you find, the results you get will be the same."

I will find your body to see how long your fragile mind can last under the black flames of eternal prison...

In an instant, the spiritual clone of the consul and the ring-shaped Iradunni turned into ashes. The demon king in the black flame turned his head slightly, and the space was burned by the hot sight, twisted and melted, and a figure could no longer hide and flew out.

The lowly undead... The heart-fighting demon leads me to this for you?

"I don't think so, the owner here is not here." The dragon lich Dogosus shook his bone wings, "Even if she is there, she will not be an obstacle to the Purgatory Demon King."

You know me.

"I had some guesses, but after listening to the conversation between you and the referee, I realized how deep I had been in a pool of muddy water."

referee?

The blue soul fire in the dragon lich's eyes shook, "The Lord of Hell, who is high above, really doesn't care about the information of ordinary people." The bone claws shook, and an agreement flew towards the Black Flame. "This is a copy of the Xiguang Agreement. Please note that it indicates that the participants will target other visitors from other worlds."

Is this your sad request, the undead?

"No, it's a threat." Dogosus said boldly, with a stern tone, "What about you, the 'low-down' undead, what about you? The betrayal dog of hell!"

The black flames rose, covering everything around them, and the power of the devil's king continued to rise.

You are usurping, the dead!

"It's still a lofty attitude, Mephistoferis! Then let's talk about my basis for transgression. Who are you hiding?" the dragon lich roared.

As soon as these words came out, Black Flame stagnated for a moment.

"In 54 days, you killed nearly a hundred clones of the Spirit Sucking Monster. With your strength and temper, it is easy to overturn this fragile continent, but you sneak in secret. Who are you afraid of attracting attention? Who is chasing you? The Lord of Heaven or the Lord of the Abyss? Or the Lord of Nine Prisons himself? The Hell Demon King who is hunched, you are not qualified to scold me for being born. Now, if you want to continue to act in Saraph, just settle your posture and talk to me with your mouth!"

After a long period of silence, the Purgatory Demon King slowly descended and spoke for the first time, "Extraordinary, you are in contact with the most dangerous game."

"In fact, I'm already in this game, with a contract limit. Since I can't withdraw, I have to make enough money. The current situation is that the Golden Dragon and the Spirit Sucking Monster are in control of the general trend. They have the authority of the Magic Net and the Xiguang Agreement. As long as you stand on the stage, you will be attacked immediately and attract the enemy you least want. So..."

“So, is it the best way to work with you?”

"Mutual benefits, the constant law of the multiverse."

The Demon King flew up a furious smile, "Complete, threat, interests, cooperation. You tiny existences who play with wisdom think that these tricks can control the Demon King of Purgatory? What I hate the most is this face, just like Asmothils, so the response to you is...destruction!"

boom!

Thousands of Surrey outside, in a secret place, Dogosus staggered back, and while the projection was destroyed, the Black Flame of Eternal Prison tried to trace the original body of the dragon lich, and finally got rid of it.

The anger swept through the lich's ribs, and it was not despised like this for a long time. He sneered and began to look forward to the battle between the golden dragon and the demon king. But when he thought of this plane and the intervention of the Lord of Nine Prisons, he felt like a thorn in his throat. He turned around and stroked a round luminous crystal behind him.

"No matter what you plan, my pace is unstoppable..." (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!